User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/The Greatest Threat/@comment-2246928-20171115193017

The waters of the River Moss glistened as the Rogue Crew made their way downstream, using a trio of small, pilfered vermin sloops that raced across the shimmering channel and beneath the overhanging red and orange Autumn leaves. A chill wind blew from the North, rustling the tree branches and the otters' fur and whiskers. Only one of them however, a cub of no more than a few seasons resting in his mother's arms, shuddered at the wind's touch- for the Rogue Crew were Northern creatures, and well-trained to deal with the harsh bite of a wintry gale or frigid sea breeze.

Collum and Riam Wildstream, twins and co-Chieftains of the Rogue Crew after the recent death of their father, Herant Wildstream, stood on either side of the foremost sloop's mast, with the old otter warrior Deftpaw captaining the middle ship and Crusoe Goldtooth captaining the last. Together, the Rogue Crew sailed for Redwall Abbey, where the Twin Chieftains planned to build a new home for their community and carve a fresh fortress from the ruins. The current ruling Badgerlord was unaware of their plans, busy dealing with the Corsair and Searat armies as he was, and with the loss of their Northern home to a horde of rats, foxes and ermine led by Nifrand Borh, "The Snow Fox", that resulted in Herant and half their clan's deaths, the Rogue Crew needed a new home. Why not use the abandoned ruins of the ancient haven of Redwall Abbey to keep good creatures safe again, as it once so famously did?

The pretty ottermaid at the tiller of the first sloop, Siyan, uncorked a bottle of ale just as the sun set over Mossflower Wood and the decks of the three sloops, and after taking a gulp of the bitter, belly-warming stuff, she held it out to Malachi, smacking her lips. "Mmf, allus 'its th' spot, this! Care t' join me fer a drink in celebration o' bein' a day closer t' our new 'ome, Mac?"